The Us
it is a mystery to me.
comfort from nowhere.
in simple exchanges
and nodding of heads.
is it scent?.
or pheromones?.
or just presence?.
whatever, it happens --
an understanding of so much more than what is said.
here i am not alone.
i free myself from the ridicule of the They.
and comfort myself in the acceptance of the Us
as we wrap up and bind.
the craving must be sated.
less we starve our brains to insanity.
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